the pain of wanting to fix a loved one

She by Helene Ruiz

She
riddled by various diseases
has
died
inside
but
her
mission
remains
She
is
a bag
of
skeletal
pieces
covered with a thin layer
of
opaque
skin
where
her veins
peek
through
nothing
is in
working
order
the
rhythm
is
erratic
spastic
the
mind
is
frustrated
ill
ill
ill
Her
eyes
have become
empty wells
but
full of the same
I
don’t know
how
to fix
her
I
don’t know
how
at
all……..

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